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Santana stirred and felt the sun bleeding in through her window. She let out a long sigh and slowly made her way towards her balcony. The warm heat delivered a soothing sensation, and Santana allowed it to engulf her for a while. It wasn't long before a sharp and throbbing pain pulled her from her blissful state, and she remembered the reason as to why her face was in so much pain. Walking back into her apartment, she made her way towards her mirror and winced at the sight of her cheek and eye. The swelling had gone down slightly on her cheek, but the bruise had darkened into a mixture of an ugly blue, black and purple. Her eyelid was heavily swollen and only allowed for a little space for Santana to see. The silence surrounding Santana became too much, so she headed for the shower to try and rejuvenate herself. Memories of yesterday began to flood back; the chat with Kurt, Blaine and Mercedes, Quinn's reaction to the story behind the slap, singing her heart out and crying herself to sleep. Feelings weren't one of Santana's strong points, but she knew in this situation avoiding them would ultimately reflect badly on her in the end.
Santana wrapped a towel around herself and made her way into the kitchen. She rifled around her freezer to look for an ice pack but failed to find one, so settled on a small bag of peas. As soon as the cold touched her face, Santana let out a frustrated groan at the pain and tried to relocate her phone. She scrolled through her emails and replied to the important ones, noting down an upcoming meeting with her manager. After spending 20 minutes attending to business, she removed the bag of peas and headed to her bedroom to decide on what to wear for the day. Her schedule for the day was free, so she picked up her phone and dialled the number of a certain blonde.
"Hello?" Quinn sounded flustered through the phone, and unaware of who had called her.
"Quinn, are you okay?" Santana furrowed her brow looking through her closet, whilst putting Quinn on speaker.
"Oh hi San, I'm in the middle of trying to organise moving my things into my new apartment, but I'm very stressed if you couldn't tell". Santana quirked an eyebrow, she didn't realise today was Quinn's moving in day. She paused for a moment before answering.
"I'm free today Q if you need me to come and help?" There was a pause before a relieved sigh on the other end of the line.
"You would be saving my ass if you could, I'll buy you lunch to make up for it!"
"I'll be there as soon as, bye Quinn". Santana hung up and pulled out an oversized white shirt, a pair of light blue jeans and her trusty converse. She threw her hair up in a messy bun, grabbed her keys, sunglasses and phone and headed out of the door.
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Santana didn't want to tempt fate by driving with her limited eyesight, so opted for a cab instead and made her way to Quinn's new address. As she arrived, Santana looked up at the block of apartments in awe, the sheer height of the building made her stomach do small flips. She wasn't afraid of heights, but it towered over her own building. Looking at herself in the reflection of the building window, she fixed her appearance and walked in, scanning the information for the floor Quinn was on. The journey up felt like forever, but finally she arrived on Quinn's floor. She was greeted by a removal man who shot her a sympathetic but kind smile and tipped his hat towards her as she approached the door. She could tell he was making a nod to her battered eye, but appreciated the silence he offered. Upon walking in, Santana's eyes scanned the living room, trying to find the flustered blonde, but had no luck. Instead, all she could see were boxes scattered around, some labelled 'kitchen', others labelled 'memories'. Santana fought the urge to sneak a peak at the memories boxes, and on cue, Quinn flew around the corner.
Even though Santana has seen Quinn in many different outfits, and nothing at all, she still felt that butterfly feeling every time she saw her. Quinn was dressed in a patterned white flowery dress, with her platinum blonde bob parted to the left side.
"Pick your jaw up off the floor Santana, you're staring" Quinn laughed as she caught eyes with the awestruck Latina.
Quinn's hearty laughter suddenly came to a halt as she fully took in Santana's face and the obvious damage that displayed itself. She cautiously made her way over to Santana, aware that she didn't like to be babied or fussed over when she had injuries. To Quinn's shock, Santana stayed still and said nothing, instead meeting her halfway and turning her head to the side to allow Quinn a better look at her eye.
"I iced it this morning after my shower for 20 minutes, I woke up in pain, but I suppose that could be expected after I feel like I've been through 10 rounds with Mike Tyson" Santana offered a humour stricken approach to her face, but Quinn didn't budge. There was a different look in Quinn's eyes, one Santana couldn't decipher And she didn't know how she felt about that. Was it concern? Annoyance? Something more intimate? Santana didn't dwell on it as Quinn quickly snapped her eyes shut into a furious blink and wandered away to her kitchen. Not long after disappearing, she returned with an ice pack wrapped in a small towel.
"Put this on your eye/cheek for another 20 minutes, we have to try and shift the swelling so you can actually see" Quinn croaked out and turned her attention back to the selection of boxes strewn out in front of her.
"Thank you, but I also came here to help with the unpacking and sorting of your stuff to take the load off you, so sit with me for the 20 minutes and then we can do this together, deal?" Santana offered and waited for a response. To her delight, Quinn nodded and took a seat next to Santana. They exchanged small talk surrounding the moving situation and how it had been, with the revelation that they had almost lost her box labelled 'memories'. When the 20 minutes was up, they both got to their feet and headed towards the boxes.
After a couple of hours, multiple jokes and endless laughter, there was all but one box left in the middle of the room. Quinn sat down next to the box and gestured for Santana to sit on the other side. Quinn trailed her finger around her handwriting on the top of the box and closed her eyes, as if remembering writing the words. She peeled the tape off with a bright, genuine smile and opened it, knowing what the first thing she would see would be. Santana confused, looked into the box and locked eyes with the candid photo of her and Quinn at graduation in their robes, holding each other tightly, whilst laughing. Seeing it brought back so many memories, the good and the bad, but ultimately she reminisced about the good memories that flowed through her mind.
Quinn began laying the contents of the box out on the floor in front of them. Pictures throughout their years in Glee Club, Cheerios, their trip to New York for Nationals. A particular keepsake gained Santana's attention, as she picked up the light blue corsage she had gotten Quinn for their prom as a nod to her best friend and how much she appreciated her. The final item to be pulled out of the box was Quinn's retired Cheerio's uniform that Sue had given to her as a gift. They both shared a laugh as they looked at the boxed uniform and set it aside. In that moment, surrounded by memories and a familiar face, Santana felt truly peaceful, the most she had done in days. Quinn broke her from her thoughts and offered her a hand up to commence a proper tour of her new apartment. After exploring the sleek design, they settled back in the living room overlooking New York City.
"Gosh Q, I feel extra lucky knowing I get to come to your work and your apartment and be treated with equally amazing sceneries" Santana said, as she stood gazing out over the city.
"You know me Santana, always aiming to please. It just so happens I'm lucky to receive beautiful views everywhere I go" Quinn looked at Santana as she spoke, and locked eyes with her as she finished the sentence. The air felt different between them both, as if they were both trying to convey feelings to the other, but were too scared to step on that stone. Quinn broke their gaze first and proposed making lunch, officially celebrating a new beginning. Santana agreed quickly, as she was starving.
The lunch was amazing, and Santana had forgotten how good Quinn's cooking skills were. The pair reclined in their seats and sat in silence, taking in the new situation that surrounded them both. Santana gazed at Quinn and felt her heart beating a little faster than usual. Flashbacks of all the times they spent together began appearing in her head, and she began emailing to herself and how much they had grown since high school. This small happening didn't go unnoticed by Quinn, as she too was looking at Santana and appreciating the changes they had both gone through. Quinn had felt a change of feelings towards Santana recently, and she was no fool. She knew exactly what was happening, and instead of brushing it off as she usually would, she decided it was time to embrace it.
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Hours passed with the both women complimenting the others successes, and failures, and finding excitement in the new beginnings they were encountering. Quinn started in awe as Santana threw her head back with a hearty laugh and continued to do so as Santana returned upright, shooting Quinn and a questioning but intense stare.
"Quinn, I'm really glad we grew up together and succeeded in what we both wanted. It's such a breath of fresh air to see us excelling finally. I'm really proud of you". A genuine smile was plastered on Santana's face, and she allowed her eyes to flicker down to Quinn's lips.
Quinn closed the gap between them, placing a hand on Santana's cheek and leaning in slowly. The kiss started off slow, with both trying to convey as much emotion as they could into the kiss. Quinn dropped her hands to Santana's shirt and pulled her in closer, with a fierce desperation to be as close as possible. With a swift motion, Santana lifted Quinn up and walked towards the bedroom, never breaking the kiss. Once in the bedroom Santana put Quinn down and moved her mouth teasingly down Quinn's jawline. She nipped and pecked at Quinn's neck, finding the pulse point she knew drove her insane. Quinn threw her head back and moaned, gentle bringing her hands to Santana's head and pushing her closer. Without warning, Santana stopped and pulled away, looking directly at a confused Quinn.
"Are you sure you want this?" Quinn looked into Santana's eyes and nodded with confirmation, before pulling the Latina back in for a kiss.
Hands roamed each other's bodies as they tried to get enough of the other. Quinn turned so Santana's back was towards the bed and pushed her slightly, watching her knees buckle as she collapsed onto her soft mattress. Quinn began climbing on top of Santana kissing her with a strong intent to please. As she felt roaming hands on her body, dominance kicked in and Quinn caught Santana's hands and pinned them above her head. A deep shade of pink graced Santana's cheeks as she secretly relished in dominant Quinn's atmosphere. A knowing smirk graced Quinn's lips, as she could tell the surprise move had invoked a feeling of passion in both her and Santana. Carefully, Quinn began lowering herself down the raven haired beauty's body, sucking on the pulse point behind Santana's left ear, the same place that ironically calmed Santana during her anger fuelled moments. Santana was becoming impatient, and considerably more turned on as she was being held down, the beautiful blonde overpowering her.
"Quinn..." It came out as barely a whisper, and Santana needed more, she needed Quinn desperately.
Quinn sat straddling her, and began unbuttoning her white shirt, agonisingly too slow for Santana's liking. Finally at the bottom of the shirt, she pulled Santana up and forward, letting it fall off of her tanned shoulders. Quinn sat agape at the gorgeous woman sat beneath her, and leant forward to seemingly kiss her, instead ducking to her shoulders and peppering they with chaste kisses. A quick flick of her wrist saw the black lace bra fall forward into her lap and she pushed Santana backwards so she was laying flat again. Quinn crawled over Santana, taking in the sight before her. She dipped her head to Santana's breasts and teasingly dragged her tongue over nipples, feeling Santana's body shudder beneath her. She paid extra attention them both, remembering how sensitive they were.
In desperation, Santana pulled Quinn back up into a searing kiss fumbling with the flowery dress she had on. Quinn gently grabbed Santana's hands and pulled her upwards off the bed, guiding her hands to the straps of her dress to remove it, watching it pool to the floor. She watched as Santana placed one hand around her back, unclasping her bra with a teasing smile. Dominant Quinn disappeared as a feeling of vulnerability washed over her. She normally wouldn't be so welcoming of this feeling, but as she looked at the striking Latina in front of her, a sense of safety engulfed her. Without warning, Santana dropped to her knees and began pulling Quinn's underwear away in a swift motion.
She fell backwards onto the bed in awe, taking in the sight of Quinn, unable to tear her eyes away. Even though she had been in this situation with Quinn before, everything was different in this very moment. She could feel heart hammering away in her chest, her breathing ragged just at the sight of Quinn. She didn't want it to be quick or careless, she wanted to showcase her feelings as best she could in the most gentle way possible. Lifting her arm, she beckoned for Quinn to take her hand, so she could bring her close.
Quinn took Santana's hand and let her guide her down to her slowly. The butterflies in Quinn's stomach increased tenfold as the atmosphere surrounding the pair felt familiar and normal. To Quinn, it felt right. She placed her hands on Santana's collarbones and leaned in to kiss her, feeling the heat inside her rise quickly as she felt Santana snake her arms around her waist. Santana slowly deepened the kiss, taking Quinn's bottom lip between her teeth and grazing it slightly, only to sooth it with her tongue directly after. Quinn felt herself getting impatient, craving a much needed release from Santana. She took one of Santana's hands and began to guide it down her body to where she needed it most. Taking the hint, Santana looked up at Quinn and saw her eyes were dark with lust, and that gave her all the confirmation she needed.
Santana moved her hand lower and moved her fingers teasingly close to where Quinn was craving her touch. Santana had thought about this moment many times since the almost wedding, but nothing could compare to the real thing. She was snapped out of her thoughts by a heavy breathing Quinn, who had cupped a hand on her face ever so gently, and gave her a small smile. Santana gently let her hands do the work, feeling Quinn gasp in pleasure beneath her. She started slow, wanting to tease and please Quinn at the same time, but quickly realised she wasn't in control for long as Quinn began bucking her hips in a rhythmic tempo. Lifting her hips, Quinn groaned and fisted the sheets as she felt the familiar feeling building in her. Santana swiftly swiped her thumb across the bundle of nerves that was barely keeping Quinn together and watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "Santana.." was all that Quinn could moan out, as she hit her climax, feeling waves of pleasure crash over her body repeatedly.
Santana helped Quinn ride out her orgasm and placed open mouth kisses along her shoulders. They laid in silence, feeling more secure and safe than they had ever before. Quinn turned to look at Santana and smiled lazily, appreciating the strong woman laying in front of her. Even though her swollen eye was ugly to see, Quinn couldn't help but stare at her, not truly believing the situation they found themselves in.
"You're staring at me Lucy Q, I know I've just giving you a mind blowing orgasm but I'm not gonna disappear anytime soon" Santana laughed as Quinn playfully swatted her away.
"I'm staring because I like the view. I'm also staring because for the first time in a while, I feel very content and settled about my life." Quinn closed her eyes and leaned into Santana, appreciating her more than ever before. "Anyway, it's now my turn to make you feel good."
Before Santana could speak, Quinn flipped them over and began making her way down Santana's toned body, relishing in the noises being made above her.
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Thank you all for being so patient with me. Been quite a break in the update times, I'll try my best to get the next chapter out fairly quickly!
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